The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | May 29, 2020 | Comments Off on Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty

He ran through the forest toward the bingo point.
Got to get back to the Moon.

No time to worry about why the mission failed.
Shot through the arm.
No time for pain. Run.
The full moon provided enough light as the clearning emerged.
Glancing leg shot. Dogs barking as they scented his blood.
Green glow of the Transport Potion.
Shot blew off his other arm and he fell beside it.
Losing blood rapidly, he picked it up.
The glow attracted a shot, and the bottle vanished with his hand, showering him in the Oil of Transport, returning him moonward. . .

via Darleen


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